What was the worst part?
This or that?
You or me?
Me or him?
Me.
The very worst.
The mess inside.
The veins they hurt.
The secrets burst inside him and he told it all in a second.
All the stars burst, huge stars, microscopic star rocks
Maybe he knew, maybe I know.
Maybe wrong is right
and right's not wrong.
Maybe right is wrong
and wrong's not right
wrong is always wrong
and wrong is just a word.
Just placed in the dictionary
in its very own hexagonal box.
There are six sides to everything.
I take no sides, I only make wars.
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